Skeletons in the Closet by faze1315 Yeahright (best fiction novels to read txt) 📖

Her lips were stained red like she has been chugging down Kool-Aid. Her teeth had a smudge of red lip stick that stood out against her blinding white teeth.
“I am sorry, I don’t have anything,” I politely said. Casey came up behind me with his hair ruffled and no shirt on. The woman looked up at him, literally and a look pasted her.
“Oh,” a little lady blushed, “I didn’t realize-“
“It isn’t like that,” I looked back at Casey and my knees shook a little bit. I hit Casey in the stomach, “Go put a shirt on please.” But Casey stood by the door and stared at the women. His eyes narrowed on her.
“You got red stuff of your teeth,” he bluntly pointed out. I shoved him inside and closed the door in his face.
“I am sorry, he is sweeter than that. He just doesn’t warm up to people he just met quickly,” I tried to give her a sorry look and a shrug, but instead she turned on her heel and wobbled away. I banged my head against the door and walked back inside. “You could have been nicer.”
“What? I was pointing out that she had something on her teeth, she should be thankful that she won’t walk around looking like a clown.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged lightly on my ear.
I could feel the scowl on my face slowly melting, “Still, that was rude.” I pushed him away and flipped him off.
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I woke up to a knocking on the door again. I smiled at Casey and pulled his meaty arm off of me and shuffled to the door. When I looked in the little peephole it was the plump lady again, but holds a cake instead of a bowl this time.
“Can I help you?”
“This is for you,” she gave me the cake. Her fingers were shaking, “Can I talk to you out here?” I nodded my head and softly closed the door behind me. She motioned me to follow her. I walked behind her down the hallway and what I guess near her door. I picked up the end of my blanket and wrapped it around my body. It was thirty degrees outside and all I had on was shorts, a tank, and a thin blanket.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” I leaned on the door frame, but she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. It was dark even with my demon vision. I could only hear the sound of my breathing.
A candle came on and the old lady was standing there, “Are you ready?”
I tried pouncing on her and ripping the eyes out of her sockets, but she just vanished into the air and so did the light. “Why am I here?” I called out to her. I waited, but nothing happened. I started to slam my body into the walls around me, but I didn’t even make a crack. I could split metal in half with my pinky.
A row of lights showed me the way down stairs. I looked around; I was in a supply closet. I tried opening the door, but it was locked, nothing I did could open this door. “The only way out is down the stairs,” a voice echoed off the walls.
I mustered up the courage and started my way down. Water started to drip from the ceiling and I could hear nasty things that were happening above me. I knew I was underneath the motel. At the bottom of the stairway was a hallway that stretched farther than I could see. “What is this?”
“Pick your poison,” the lady’s voice echoed. On both sides were doors that ran all the way down the hall. Some had growls coming from the behind the door, others had things coming through the bottom of the doors. Every door had different designs that gave me some hint what was behind each door.
I stopped in front of a door that it was a deep red on one side that showed a picture of the desert. The other side was green and showed a beautiful field. It was one of the doors that didn’t creep me out, so I turned the golden handle and walked in.
It was completely dark, but at least this time I could see at least ten feet in front of me. My demon inside me screamed at me to take control, but I told it to hush and walked in. The door closed, but I knew that was coming. I heard a low growl and let Zila take control.
Metal like nails grew from my finger tips and my teeth sharpened. Zila quickly hopped onto the wall and clung to one of the beams. She scanned the room, trying to locate the breathing, but it seemed to come from everywhere.
We were knocked out from the beam and landed on the hard concrete. She was quick to get up, but the monster bounced on our shoulder pinning us to the ground. A bull like monster huffed his nasty breath in our face. Zila examined the monster, it had the face and torso of a bull, but the hind legs and tail was of a serpent.
I recognized the creature, it was an Ophiotaurus. A creature from Greek myths, but that was all that they were supposed to be, myths. Zila kicked her legs up and hit the monster in the gut. She bounced onto the monster, but it bucked her off and we went flying it the wall.
The creature came charging at us, but Zila jumped out of the way. Ophiotaurus was stuck in the wall, so Zila pounced on him and started to scratch the skin from the body. I shuddered and looked away. I knew Zila could take the bull/serpent, so I went back to her cabin.
Dark was there again, but he sat in a wooden chair. His black hair flew over his face and I really wanted to brush it away. The need and want was strong for him, but mental flashes of Casey went through my mind and I backed away. Dark looked up and a cocky smile was plastered on his face. “Hello Alex.”
I was stunned into silence, but I quickly shook it away and completely stepped into the cabin. “How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot about you, and you will learn about me soon. Just call me Neal,” he stood from his chair. He lightly grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. I couldn’t say anything; I just stared into two black abysses called his eyes.
Black started to rim my vision and my head got all dizzy again. I sat down on the ground, “Are you Ok?”
“I’m fine,” I held my head.
“You’re bleeding,” he got on his knees and pushed my hair back so I can see. Blood started to flow out of my shoulder and I had a hole through my shoulder. I looked back up and fainted.


Chapter Nine

The lady with her high heels stood above me with a bucket in her hands. “That was a lot of courage you have for doing that. I’ve seen people kill the Ophiotaurus quicker than that, but everyone has their ways.” She threw the bucket on the ground and started to walk towards a corner.
“Wait, where are you going?” I stood up and tried running after her. My shoulder caused me to stop and I almost fell to the ground, but the lady wrapped one of her arms around my waist. She led me to the corner and we both sunk through the floor.
We were in a small room; the only thing in there was a torch light and a table with four different containers. I pushed away the ladies arm and walked to the middle of the room. There was a wooden bowl with green syrup stuff, a golden cup with what looked like wine, a test tube with purple goop, and a shot glass with yellow liquid. “Pick your poison,” she vanished into the thin air.
I walked around the table glaring down at what I am supposed to drink. What is stopping me from drinking all of them? I picked up the first one, the wooden bowl, and downed it. I went to the next one, but before I could take a sip my grip lost the cup and I dropped the golden cup. Tingly feeling shot up my arms, down my legs, and everywhere in between.
I fell to the ground and soon that tingly feeling started to burn. My heart started to race and my tongue swelled. The lady was standing above me with a grin on her face, and then smoke curled around her. She grew and her skin changed color. She had beautiful long black hair that ran down her back and her eyes were the rainbow. “I am the goddess Isis, an Egyptian goddess.”
That was all I heard before I woke up in a warm bed and Casey’s arms wrapped around me. Was that all a dream? I looked down at my arm and it was wrapped in gauge, so it couldn’t have been fake. I lightly pushed on Casey’s shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes and I couldn’t help, but smile. “How long have I been out?”
Casey kissed my shoulder and rest his head on my shoulder, “You have been a sleep for two days, but missing for three.” His eyes started to tear up, but he blinked it away. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“I’m sorry,” I laid my head on his and entwined our fingers. Inside Zila didn’t like it, but I know she was warming up to Casey. “One moment I was talking to the lady and the next I was locked in a supply closet.”
“What?” I retold him what happened; he fell into an eerily silence. “A goddess?”
“Yes, unless I am going crazy. I wouldn’t be surprised. I made little circle patterns with my thumb, “How did you find me?”
“I didn’t. I went crazy when you didn’t come back for three hours. I mean you won’t leave that long right after I freaked out about an hour. Anyways, I came back to the motel around ten on the third day and there you were. You were just sleeping on the bed with a bloody gash in right shoulder.”
“I was just there, no note or anything?”
“Nope.”
I gave him a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “Well thank you for trying.” I cuddled deeper into him. I could feel the power of that juice coursing through my veins. Even now it was hard not to get sucked into the juice, knowing that I could up root five trees, punch through cement walls, it was addictive.
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We had to ditch the car because Casey said they could track us through our license plates, also we took out all the money we could before shredding our credit cards. Since my feet hurt